As a mere mortal, we appear to be subject to death, the end. Logically, that limp body appeared lifeless, something different from the person I loved. Inside my brain, I stared at him in numb disbelief, and knew he was gone. But where did “he” go, because I was still holding his hand.
Adele Anderson
Opal Rising Magazine
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